On 28 of April a local newspaper, El Nuevo Día, released an article title “Forbidden to take photos in San Juan (Prohíben tomar fotos en San Juan)”. I was sick
Mapping and TraditionsMapping and Traditions
What have I been up to? The title says it all. I have been mapping and enforcing my traditions and believes. Lent has come to an end this year, my
Los colores de mi tierra…Los colores de mi tierra…
…se definen por la bomba y la plena, se marcan en las faldas de las jóvenes danzantes al son de la pandereta y el timbal. Los cueros nos hacen mover y
Arte que se mueve y hablaArte que se mueve y habla
No hay mucho qué decir cuando las palabras han sido transformadas. Tan solo hay que observar e internalizar.
Looking inside my manholeLooking inside my manhole
What would my manhole look like? Would it be surrounded by concrete or green soft grass? Would it be rusty, deep black or gray? Is it small or big,
In the air…In the air…
The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it. Jules Renard, “Diary,” February
You must stay drunk…You must stay drunk…
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury” (quote from Quote Garden). A few days back a good friend, whom I respect and sharish her
Güarionex, the steed who took me to the HermitageGüarionex, the steed who took me to the Hermitage
There is a strange thing about horses I do not understand. There are very mysterious and if you don’t see my point, just look at them straight in their eyes.
La fruta del campoLa fruta del campo
El comer pomarrosa me transporta a mis días juveniles en el pueblo de las flores, Aibonito. Cuando antes de jugar en el campo saqueábamos, mi hermano y yo, el palo
Almost a monthAlmost a month
And I’m still on the writing journey; it has been a great one trying to put together the ideas and the outline of a story that is very complicated, but